[while dabi has no problem ranting or digging into someone who doesn't bother responding, it does make the entire attempt lose a lot of its power. like that damn bird-headed kid that came to save hawks. he didn't sit there and argue with dabi or even much listen. just told him to stuff it and said he was there to save his teacher. dabi actually had to hold back on his own power because he immediately knew the brat would make it out with hawks if he tried to catch him in a word game while he cooled down. endeavor likewise not rising to his accusations and taunts also leaves dabi mentally stumbling a bit, not getting the fuel he needs to continue with his vocal barrage. it's irritating and he shoves the cigarette into his mouth to drag on it for an exchange. tsk... asshole.
the computer, despite now having a somewhat-damaged keyboard, does work if endeavor wants to give it a try. the place is in hibernation mode rather than completely abandoned. it's kept that way somewhat secretly by the villains who like to use it when needed. they might be upset at his reckless endangerment of himself, but the others in enji's family would probably agree with his current "mission" - it's something at least. dabi puffs out another breath of smoke and draws orange symbols in the air with the end of the stick.]
And I'm tellin ya, it's impossible to go back. Though gonna be honest here, I think it'd be pretty fuckin hilarious to see ya go back in time and beat the shit outta ya younger self for being a dick. [he even gets a little kick out of the very idea right now and taps his finger to knock some ashes onto the floor. but there's no attempts to argue that, so dabi doesn't get much to go on asides from repeating what he said earlier. demanding "why's" would equate to endeavor repeating what dabi wanted to hear, though the villain's pretty sure he wouldn't believe what he said personally. only that it's what dabi wants him to say... fucking mess. again, not satisfying.
catching the flicker of light in the reflection from the corner of his eye, dabi's mildly surprised endeavor accepted the cigarette.] Ya know that ain't healthy for ya...
[dabi rolls his head back into the middle of the chair's headrest, feeling a little bead of water run down his temple from where the light dusting of snow finally melted. a frown pulls at his lips when endeavor offers something else and he growls softly at the man's presence. before he can shoot off a response, a paper slaps down in front of him and he's left staring at a picture of... for a few seconds, he's left blinking at it, obviously not even recognizing who was in the picture. the quiet moment passes and it dawns on him as he brings the cigarette to his lips again, smoke slithering past the picture's surface. that's touya as a baby. red hair, normal skin, riding atop his father like some bronco while the hero worked out. first impulse is to burn it up, but... he doesn't.]
Dontcha put yourself in danger all the time?Ain't that what a hero's supposed to do? [the excuse doesn't hold up and dabi lets the question linger.] Pretty sure ya ain't out there trying to get Shouto to quit bein a hero cause ya worried he'll put himself in danger.
[that's cause enji's not worried about his children being in danger. he's worried about touya going out there and failing, smearing endeavor's name and legacy. that's what screeches through dabi's mind, overriding what the man's saying out of his own mouth. so much interference between dabi's ears and his brain... the processing's scrambled and wrecked.]
Can't make a bigger flame right now... [they'd have to go outside... but enji did pick up on what dabi had been silently implying with the fire jets. he rolls his head to the side, looking at the man's flaming production. a flower... the kind he gave to his wife. dabi's eyes narrow on it, but it's not that which suddenly snaps his attention. both hands slam onto the chair and he sits up from the recline, head twisted on his neck to stare in rage at the other man.]
Don't fucking bullshit with me! [he caught the implication. piss off! those are his flames! the only thing that sets him apart asides from the fact he's the only one in their wretched family who kills himself using his quirk! losing that... losing that--!!] You'll never reach that limit!! Neither you nor your little damn puppet!!
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just a heads up, i'm gonna be mostly awol tues - thurs b/c family and holiday~
Date: 11/23/21 04:21 (UTC)the computer, despite now having a somewhat-damaged keyboard, does work if endeavor wants to give it a try. the place is in hibernation mode rather than completely abandoned. it's kept that way somewhat secretly by the villains who like to use it when needed.
they might be upset at his reckless endangerment of himself, but the others in enji's family would probably agree with his current "mission" - it's something at least.dabi puffs out another breath of smoke and draws orange symbols in the air with the end of the stick.]And I'm tellin ya, it's impossible to go back. Though gonna be honest here, I think it'd be pretty fuckin hilarious to see ya go back in time and beat the shit outta ya younger self for being a dick. [he even gets a little kick out of the very idea right now and taps his finger to knock some ashes onto the floor. but there's no attempts to argue that, so dabi doesn't get much to go on asides from repeating what he said earlier. demanding "why's" would equate to endeavor repeating what dabi wanted to hear, though the villain's pretty sure he wouldn't believe what he said personally. only that it's what dabi wants him to say... fucking mess. again, not satisfying.
catching the flicker of light in the reflection from the corner of his eye, dabi's mildly surprised endeavor accepted the cigarette.] Ya know that ain't healthy for ya...
[dabi rolls his head back into the middle of the chair's headrest, feeling a little bead of water run down his temple from where the light dusting of snow finally melted. a frown pulls at his lips when endeavor offers something else and he growls softly at the man's presence. before he can shoot off a response, a paper slaps down in front of him and he's left staring at a picture of... for a few seconds, he's left blinking at it, obviously not even recognizing who was in the picture. the quiet moment passes and it dawns on him as he brings the cigarette to his lips again, smoke slithering past the picture's surface. that's touya as a baby. red hair, normal skin, riding atop his father like some bronco while the hero worked out. first impulse is to burn it up, but... he doesn't.]
Dontcha put yourself in danger all the time?Ain't that what a hero's supposed to do? [the excuse doesn't hold up and dabi lets the question linger.] Pretty sure ya ain't out there trying to get Shouto to quit bein a hero cause ya worried he'll put himself in danger.
[that's cause enji's not worried about his children being in danger. he's worried about touya going out there and failing, smearing endeavor's name and legacy. that's what screeches through dabi's mind, overriding what the man's saying out of his own mouth. so much interference between dabi's ears and his brain... the processing's scrambled and wrecked.]
Can't make a bigger flame right now... [they'd have to go outside... but enji did pick up on what dabi had been silently implying with the fire jets. he rolls his head to the side, looking at the man's flaming production. a flower... the kind he gave to his wife. dabi's eyes narrow on it, but it's not that which suddenly snaps his attention. both hands slam onto the chair and he sits up from the recline, head twisted on his neck to stare in rage at the other man.]
Don't fucking bullshit with me! [he caught the implication. piss off! those are his flames! the only thing that sets him apart asides from the fact he's the only one in their wretched family who kills himself using his quirk! losing that... losing that--!!] You'll never reach that limit!! Neither you nor your little damn puppet!!